“She stole my clothes, you know,” Nive said, her grievances not close to being at an end. “And my jewels.”
“That is because a young lady in finery is rather distinctive,” Ayla explained. “We prefer to operate more discreetly, you understand.”
“I am never discreet. I am a pretty princess!” Nive declared proudly.
“You’re much more than that,” Ayla replied. “But we have time to discuss all that later. For now, we must move.”